So beautiful, yet seemingly cliche to the average critic. So poignant, yet non-comprehendable for those who have never felt what this feels like. Soft sugar and butter running down my throat and filling my heart as it explodes with a sweet melody... although it does not match the so-so thoughts running through my head. And so I realize that the words I am singing are bigger than you and I combined... because it is the feeling we share that brings us together and makes something more.
If music be the food of love,
sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
for then my list'ning soul you move
with pleasures that can never cloy,
your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
so fierce the transports are, they wound,
and all my senses feasted are,
tho' yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by our charms,
unless you save me in your arms.
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